@2T@1HE flood flows down, the sails are spreading, The destined voyage must begin;— A quiet farewell, and then, undreading, I enter in. But far at sea—"Sir Captain, shelter Awaits us whither? What harbour saves?"— Nor sound nor motion but the welter Of heavy waves. "Yet tell me—there shall be an ending? @3Some@1 port with hope of us is lit? Within @3some@1 haven we find friending? Ah! teach me it! "Captain, ... these seas ... are not uncharted? We voyage not in blind amaze, Growing forever fainter-hearted, Unending days?" No word—until I fall entreating: "If here we wander evermore, If there shall never be a meeting Again, ashore— "Oh, why the vessel, why the sailing?— Sink we to rest beneath the sea, Unsought, unlonging, unavailing, No more to be!" Silence—that stings me with the daring To spring and seize that Shape unknown: O God—'t is @3I@1 with whom I'm faring Alone, alone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EARTH'S ANSWER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE DAFT DAYS by ROBERT FERGUSSON FOR THE BED AT KELMSCOTT by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) FELISE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE TO THE MISS WEBSTERS, WITH DR. AIKIN'S WISH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD FANCY AND IMAGINATION by BERNARD BARTON THE FABRIC by GAMALIEL BRADFORD |